Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
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A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the read more

Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt
you to the heart: the one to slander read more

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt
you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get
the news to you.

We gather strength from sadness and from pain Each time we die we learn to live again.

We gather strength from sadness and from pain Each time we die we learn to live again.

'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.

'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.

Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
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Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? read more

What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? Rouse thyself to the combat, and she quitteth the field before thou strikest.